"I get the impression, though, that Stacy doesn't have that much self-control." Her eyelids drooped for an instant, brooding. "Asking her to create a new Sensorium, or even just dispense slop directly down into Med Bay, might be like asking me to grow another head."

Or change shape!

"I wonder sometimes how she feels about all this? Rebuilt by the Daligig, sent to rescue people from the boiling void, charged to watch over us and help us fight this war." She sighed. "I hope that there's some safe place for her, at the end of all this."